She's on her last day, I think. I thought she'd die over night.
I want to take her to be euthanized. Save her a few hours of suffering.
But everytime I think about it I begin crying. Uncontrollably. When I stop considering having her killed and just deal with the idea of her dying on her own... it's okay again. It's a low grade pain.
I think it means I'm selfish.
Today started out bad, though. I woke up crying. A bad dream. Work related.
Seems fitting that this should happen today.
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